One such hunt occurred last fall in Maine. I was on the lookout for a huge 12-point buck that had been spotted previously crossing a highway at night. Mike French, my hunting partner, had set up a ground blind in an area where his wife, Kim, had located several scrapes and rubs. Frankly, I wasn't terribly confident of seeing that buck, or any other, because the hunting had been mediocre prior to my arrival. Mike, who is an expert woodsman, still had not taken a deer after many days of hard hunting.